#Chapter74

Alder Emor roared in aggravation as he felt yet another pain of losing one of his best soldiers that he made.

No it can’t be. It can’t be.

He did not understand who was responsible for all the mishaps happening with him. He could not figure out who it was that was going against him and leaving no stone unturned to get him entirely vulnerable.

A cloud of mayhem took over his features as he carried the pelt of the young human boy he killed, inside the Witch’s cave and placed it on the large log that was next to her writing table.

Alder can still feel the loss...